The Congregational Psalmist Hymnal

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Henry Allon, Henry John Gauntlett, William Henry Monk
Hodder & Stoughton, 1886 - 580 pagini

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Pagina 66 - Fear not," said he, — for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind ; — " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind.
Pagina 152 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 O God, our help in ages past...
Pagina 189 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Pagina 5 - And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Pagina 217 - Return, O Holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, And drove Thee from my breast.
Pagina 163 - He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found ! / 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light ! Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight. 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm Through all the earth abroad ; Let every nation now behold Their Saviour and...
Pagina 350 - Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3. ' Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all ; — 4.
Pagina 2 - We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love; Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
Pagina 155 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set.
Pagina 89 - See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown...

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